The camera panned across the transformed stage. White marble pillars rose from fog. LED screens displayed clouds drifting across twilight skies. Golden light bathed everything in warmth that felt almost tangible through the monitor.
Nine figures stood motionless, wings folded against their backs like shields.
One figure stepped forward.
Yuhyun.
His costume caught every spotlight—white robes with gold embroidery, flowing fabric that moved like water. The wings attached to his back were massive, constructed from layered white feathers tipped with gold.
He lifted his head.
"Sumus oculi Caelorum.
Vidēte, sed nōlīte sentire.
Audīte, sed nōlīte respondēre.
Aequilibrium non frangētur."
His voice.
That haunting, ethereal sound froze everything in my chest.
Not just good—transcendent.
I didn't know enough Latin to judge his pronunciation, but he sounded convincing enough to summon something. His tone carried weight, sorrow, authority.
When had he learned to sing like that?
